A few things Oya has taught me Heykua hey iya mi, hekau hey Yansa. Oya is in and around me. She has always taught me the impermanence of things and to be right, Right…

lately

The clouds are dumb today over the Farlons, muggy and gray, some say it foretells an earthquake, I say they are blind and spend too much time with sorrow.  The swallows split the sky…

she: I’d like to sleep on that floor. Haiku. Wine. Shadow. he: Yea, we can she: Not sure how the years passed. Woke up. I missed a few decades he: I’m not sure but maybe…

timing, rhythm, it’s woven and painted out after the dream real unreal vision divination is in one’s spirit can you read the wind The sound of the black birds across the intersection The speed…